You are like a fresh summer’s breeze,
Brushing against my face.
You are a blanket of snow,
Covering the earth’s green grass.
You are a beautiful autumn leaf,
Waiting to be crunched and crackled.
You are my reflection in a mirror,
Showing me my rights and wrongs.
Your are a feather,
Drifting around in the sky.
You are a violet,
As blue as the vast ocean.
You are a Saturday morning,
Lazy, quiet and still.
You are the taste of sweet apple cider,
On a hot summer’s day.
You are the memory,
Of the sand in between my toes.
You are the sight,
Of green rolling hills.